This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Bullet in your ass! my fur is bulletproof, you lose when i tell the truth, through

Prolly on water, they all on water

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

I go hard in the paint, you soft as fur - chinchilla